Status Updates From Bright Dead Things

Ah death such a beautiful yet misunderstood thing.

Oh, I liked "State Bird" enough I read it aloud to my spouse.

... how much we each want to be
the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose
into our own wide open without a single
harness of sin to stop us.

Death is simple until it’s someone you love, funny how that works huh?

I'm always surprised at how often books connect to something specific and recent in my life, particularly when there's no reason to suspect they might. I always seem to find a book right when I need it. Or perhaps, they find me?

... and I think
of that feeling when you're really full, or life is full
and you can't think of anything else that would fit in it,
but then even more sky comes and more days
and there is so much to remember and swallow.
(Someplace Like Montana)

Is it not truly the end goal for us to be enough- enough to be lucky. Enough to be alive. Enough to be with each other. Is that not the goal

Since driving along the Susquehanna is a normal occurrence for me, it’s fascinating reading a poem where it’s so transfixed on how the landscapes contribute to the feeling of life and death. Because for me, it is filled with nostalgia and home- and then complicates into the feelings of home. But seeing it as a guide point to something more is interesting

The Susquehanna??? I wonder where. The Susquehanna is such an old river- truly a magnificent piece of nature

I am comforted by the idea that we become fireflies in death- our spirit continuing on in its pieces of light

“I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying”

Miracle Fish- the idea of your body and its connectedness to nature is like my peak spirituality. I feel utterly connected to the world around me and feel so much more joy when I am outdoors and grounded in the world

Danm

Ahh death.